A couple moves from the big city to the countryside and starts a small farm...wait, you've heard this premise before? What? Trite? Hackneyed? But, I have goats. Really cute pictures of tiny baby goats. And cheesemaking recipes. We slaughter our own pigs and cure our own bacon! Well, that's in the master plan, anyway. Just read it, you'll see.

"United we bargain, divided we beg."

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

I was trying to turn over a bit of the compost pile today - something I had no business trying to do, in light of my three fractured vertebrae - and I tripped and sat down rather heavily. No harm done, except that I sat down in a patch of burdock. Three thousand burrs immediately leaped off the plant and into my hair. It was a case of insta-dread.

One hour and one bottle of conditioner later, no harm done. But still and all, it wasn't very pleasant. Just one more reason for vigilance against the weeds. Just one... small... reason.

I am losing a battle against white snakeroot right now. It is taking over the woods and from what I have read the best way to deal with them is to pull them up. The goats won't eat them and we certainly DON'T want them too since they can be toxic. A couple years ago we had a goat get sick fro pokeweed. The absolute worst though was when we had a llama and he decided to lay down or roll in a patch of those things! He was covered in them and the only thing we could do was shear him. At least you didn't have to shear your head! LOL